War Is Hell Poem by The Mysterious M...

War Is Hell



As you hear the bloody thuds around you,
The screaming is too much to bear.
You go prone to not get shot,
And feel the bullets graze your hair.
Screaming, explosions, plus a rat-a-tat-tat.
You get away safely from the spot that you're at.
The shell landed in the spot that you sat...

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